Letting Go and Pressing On
Nearly every 4th of July I have been with my Dad up at my Grandparent's cottage. I have countless wonderful memories there, and some very difficult ones. My latest memory at the cottage, was pouring my Dad's ashes into the lake that he loved so much. Today is Independence Day and instead of grilling out and swimming at the cottage, I am sitting inside very far away from my family while it's pouring down rain. The all day rain reflects my solemn heart at this moment. Sometimes to process I have to sit in my hurt and just let the healing rain pour down. (My Dad,childhood friends, Me -right) When I was a kid Independence Day was one of my favorite holidays. It meant going up to the cottage and seeing my neighbor friends who are like family. It meant boating, swimming, campfires, fire-works on the lake, hikes in the woods, ice-cream, sparklers, grilling, bike rides to town, glow sticks, demolition derby, parades, exploring the rail-road tracks, listening to loud drunk